you do the math, you expect the trouble
Whatever rush of victory Nate feels as the tiger collapses is short lived, tainted by the morbid discovery in the underbrush. He calls his arrow back, and holds an arm out for Ramoth to flutter down from the canopy, the young dragonling curling around his shoulders.
Nate rolls his shoulders back and looks anywhere but towards Ray. He tries to be as… delicate as he can, but it doesn’t take long before impatience and paranoia begins to set in, and he has to speak up. “We shouldn’t spend too much time here.” He says lowly, glancing back towards Wessex for back up.
Nate suggests they keep moving!
Nate rolls his shoulders back and looks anywhere but towards Ray. He tries to be as… delicate as he can, but it doesn’t take long before impatience and paranoia begins to set in, and he has to speak up. “We shouldn’t spend too much time here.” He says lowly, glancing back towards Wessex for back up.
Nate suggests they keep moving!
NATE
